All Chapters of The Luna’s Return: Avenging her lost son: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ame POV “What the fuck?” Calian roars out at my unauthorised entrance, yet he doesn’t move away from his beta…who I now realise is trapped under his alpha’s command. His neck was tilted in a sign of submission, the male testosterone swirling around the room creating a suppressed atmosphere.“The rogues…why did you kill them?” I walk right up to him, my tightly clenched fist even slamming down on the edge of his desk. The sound echoing out, I hit it with such aggression that I wouldn’t be surprised if the wood has cracked.“I do not need to explain myself to you.” The beta drops to the floor as Calian seems to release him from his alpha hold, instead trying to know apply that command on to me.“Why did you kill them?” I roar out demanding to know, my own healer aura preparing to slip out.“They were encroaching on my land.” Calian completely turns to face me, no longer bothered by his own beta who is slowly climbing back up from the floor. Like a dog back by his master’s side.“Bull

Ame POV The dress code is black tie, the entire pack expected to abide by the request put upon them by Dessa. A pack that except for the alpha family and beta family, are highly unlikely to even own a tux. Meaning they would have to use their own money to buy an outfit just for one day and never wear again. Their future luna completely out of touch with pack reality.Any other time and I would have broken the rules, I would have worn everyday clothes, even turned up in my doctor’s coat but tonight was going to be special.I can feel it.An excitement courses through my veins, one that keeps slipping out onto my lips…a devious grin taking form upon my mouth. It is a good thing I am currently alone in my room; I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise.I have chosen a black sparkly full length strapless ball gown, styling my own hair upwards into a soft bun with strands of my hair falling to my cheek and collar bone. I haven’t dressed like this in years, the tightness of the dress and lac

Calian POV “Calian darling, you look wonderful.” One of the senior lunas makes her way through the crowd to find me. Her hand resting upon my elbow to gain my attention. She was in her early seventies, her grandson now the alpha of her lands. She may not be an active luna nowadays but she still holds the utmost respect amongst the alpha families, her mate was a good friend of my grandfather.“Thank you Luna Esta, as do you.” I bend down, planting a kiss on the side of her cheek. If there was a leader amongst the lunas then Esta was it. It was her approval that all the new lunas wanted, and she didn’t just bestow it upon anyone.I can see that she has taken Dessa’s dress code seriously, in fact everybody has…even my own pack members.“Well, where is she?” She looks to the crowd, her head trying to rise high enough to see over the swarm of guests, searching for Dessa.“Dessa?” She hasn’t joined me yet, to think of it neither has Athan. The proceedings are about to begin, what is takin

Ame POV I wait until his eyes find mine in the sea of guests, the pure satisfaction coursing through me…the justice of knowing that I have finally reaped the seeds of my revenge. For what he did to me, I have now done to him. Let the poison attack him organ by organ, let his wolf wail out in pain as he slowly takes him. A little longer and he will be begging for death. Let him die. I hope my eyes are the last thing he sees, I hope he is punished for his crimes against me in his afterlife. The pack cries out around me, utter chaos erupting as guests start to evacuate…words of the alpha having been poisoned spreading on their lips. How it isn’t safe to remain. The chaos is even better than I could have planned, Dessa’s luna ceremony crashing before her very eyes. I turn to leave; I am far from done. There is still lots to do. I move into the directions of the alpha house taking a few steps only to be pulled backwards by Balgaire. His expression confuses me; I thought

Calian POVThe flames eat me alive, my entire body on fire from the poison.My wolf refuses to leave me, remaining forward with me throughout the ordeal as I hear the screams of familiar voices around me.The excruciating pain intensifies as I remain trapped in my own personal hell, begging for my wolf to protect himself…then silence.Surely only death can be this silent, this peaceful.The pain remains; however, it doesn’t sting as it did before. I can start to regulate my breathing again. Start to gain more consciousness as the second’s pass.A feeling of warmth spreads through me, one that I have never experienced before and in this moment, I take the time to double check if I am already dead.A memory surfaces of the moment of my death, the faces of allied alphas and lunas staring back at me as the poison grippled my body. As the pain continues to reduce, my account on the event becomes clearer.I remember I picked up the wolf teddy, the toy that must have been doused with the poi